o the charge.

"Are you a professor?"

"A what?"

"A professor."

"A professor?" repeated Ethel. "I don't think I _quite_ understand
you."

"Well, do you belong to the church? Are you a member?"

"Oh yes."

"I'm glad to hear it. It's a high and a holy and a happy perrivelege
to belong to the church and enjoy the means of grace. I trust you live
up to your perriveleges?"

"Live what?" asked Ethel.

"Live up to your perriveleges," repeated Tozer--"attend on all the
means of grace--be often at the assembling of yourself together."

"The assembling of myself together? I don't think I _quite_ get your
meaning," said Ethel.

"Meeting, you know--church-meeting."

"Oh yes; I didn't understand. Oh yes, I always go to church."

"That's right," said Tozer, with a sigh of relief; "and I suppose,
now, you feel an interest in the cause of missions?"

"Missions? Oh, I don't know. The Roman Catholics practice that to some
extent, and several of my friends say they feel benefit from a mission
once a year; but for my part I have not yet any very decided leanings
to Roman Catholicism."

"Oh, dear me, dear me!" cried Tozer, "that's not what I mean at all; I
mean Protestant missions to the heathen, you know."

"I beg your pardon," said Ethel. "I thought you were referring to
something else."

Tozer was silent now for a few minutes, and then asked her, abruptly,

"What's your opinion about the Jews?"

"The Jews?" exclaimed Ethel, looking at him in some surprise, and
thinking that her companion must be a little insane to carry on such
an extraordinary conversation with such very abrupt changes--"the
Jews?"

"Yes, the Jews."

"Oh, I don't like them at all."

"But they're the chosen people."

"I can't help that. I don't like them. But then, you know, I never
really saw much of them."

"I refer to their future prospects," said Tozer--"to prophecy. I
should like to ask you how you regard them in that light. Do you
believe in a spiritual or a temporal Zion?"

"Spiritual Zion? Temporal Zion?"

"Yes, 'm."

"Well, really, I don't know. I don't think I believe any thing at all
about it."

"But you _must_ believe in either one or the other--you've _got_ to,"
said Tozer, positively.

"But I _don't_, you know; and how can I?"

Tozer threw at her a look of commiseration, and began to think that
his companion was not much better than a heathen. In his own home
circle he could have put his hand on little girls of